Lizzo Lizzo
Ugly fetcher
Thieving netch hole
Often high, thrives in jail
His reparations
In the mail
Some 40 offspring have been laid
But for none of them has he paid
And yet he screeches night and day:
"I blame da dunnie
fo my plight
It's him spreads trash all around my shack...
It's him what's make me
smoke dis Skooma,
He push my kind
to burn and loot,
and send da town gaurds,
dat we shoot...
But inch by inch we takin' hold,
Like wen da dunnie bread
starts to mold...
We'll overrun yo homes soon...
DEY BE FIT FO DA SCALEBACKED GOON"

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Be my Lusty Argonian Maid.